It's Spring

Lord it's spring

I saw a field one day 

and looked for signs of You.

I saw a fresh green sprout and early morning dew.

And then I saw the can, the box,

and old car part,

and wondered -

when You saw them ruin all Your art,

did You cry for beauty gone

for freshness ruined there?

Because dear God I know 

You keep even flowers in Your care.

Lord, today I saw that field again 

and lingered there so long

to gaze upon the trees and hills and listen to the song

of Your gentle creature of the sky as they greet the morning sun,

and I looked around again to see the damage man had done.

But today there's something different about what's in my sight.

The grass grown green upon the ground is covering the blight.

and

I thought about the blight of sin

and how You died to cleanse all man.

I thought of how that fateful day

You washed man’s guilt and sin away.

Unlike the grass upon the ground, which only covered up the mound

of can and box and old car part, - the things that marred creations art,

You took my life’s dark sin away

and brought a fresh new life today.

Thank you my wonderful Lord.